HER SON IS BACK

Looking out of the window she stood,

An officer’s mother, an officer’s widow,

She went over the list of things,

She had to do along with her son,

His marriage, his ring, the shopping,

His suit, his pretty bride’s gown,

Back from the borders he is,

Done with fighting for his land,

She had last seen him months back,

Badges on arm, a saluting hand,

All matters about him are special,

As he was her only one,

Her thoughts push a tear from her eyes,

In the coffin lies her dead son.